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[Apr. 2nd, 2006|04:28 am] |
Alright: this is fucking bizarre. It's 4:18 and my sister just came into my room (her old room) drunk, got into my bed and squeezed me out talking about "fucking toilet" and "sort it out mate". I don't know who Ed is, but he was sitting on the bottom of her (my old) bed in the dark with his head in his hands when I came in here, having given up on getting my bed back from my drunk (and presumably naked) sister.
Joke's on her really though, because my sheets need changing, so she's going to have my curent outbreak of spots by morning. (that and now all you guys are reading about her drunken antics. She *will* be emailed a link tomorrow though)
Night all
*extracts the blanket from the pile of assorted superhero costumes on the floor and climbs into his old bed* |
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